Love, you are the most beautiful reality.I hold you eternally; the beauty of my soul.You are my precious secret dancing in harmony. My eyes see you clearly as the transforming in my heart.
Though, sometimes difficult, you are able to lift any pain.
You are what I strive to be. You are what I am. I cherish you more today than yesterday.

May 12, 2014

Madam's Butterfly

Madam's Butterfly

We talked beside the Oakwood tree. Our wings flapped in the

glistening sun. There was no place to run this day. It was the

season for letting go and moving on as it suddenly sprung upon us.

The proof shown in green leafs, the deep blue sky, and deadly bull

frogs. Each gave a background to what was out there.

Freedom… yes freedom.

I perched beside a caterpillar determined to share the shade. Today

was perfect for flying but I was ready for a nap. He was rare. I hardly ever saw a black butterfly soaring the Serengeti. He cleared his voice as he sat upon the lake. As if he was preparing himself for some ritual. His dreads swung low like a a dreadful curse reflected from the waters.

Softly, I assured him this freckled face chic wasn't always as bold. I also had problems finding my niche in the ecosystem. But once I fully left the cocoon and became comfortable with me than everything has been coming up roses. Shaking his head, rubbing his goatee, the thought of flying solo surrounded his head like the bumble bee. Isn't it grand to be out of the wilderness, I asked? No more roaming and longing… There shall be no more hiding the authenticity that's so unique to us.

I've made this park bench my new home. I would have invited him to stay but independence was more my style. She batted her lashes, crossed her legs as the men admired from afar. She could see his curiosity was building as tall as the ones that stood amongst the city. And then unashamed he lifted his wings, gave her a hug goodbye as he transformed into the man he had grown to be.

I sat watching him vanish under the moonlight. He had begun to soar; beginners tend to float too high in the clouds the first time. She could spot him on the darkest of nights. He inherited a special shine from madam butterfly. Besides, when the weather starts to grow chill and the cruelties more real he'd make himself a cocoon. It's in his nature to protect and preserve. Everyone deserved to enjoy the beauty, love and peace we had to offer.